The Dreadful Thermos!

Oh, the dreadful thermos, as I call it. This small container made to be filled with coffee has become my worst enemy. I say that because I know when it's time to fill that thermos, I know it's time for my husband to leave out on a run that will take him from home for a while. It also means I will be spending a lot of time alone. There are times I wish Steven could get a local job so he would be home with me every night, but I know that's not possible, at least not any time soon. It's his truck driving career that keeps a roof over our head and food on the table. Being alone is just a sacrifice I have to make when it comes to being able to pay our bills.

So, you see how a container that holds coffee means so much more than just a hot cup of java, it means the beginning of a long, lonely week. It's funny how a material object can stir up so much emotion. I don't know if other truck drivers wives feel the same as I do about the dreadful thermos, but to me it's not just an innocent drink holder, it's an indicator that means my husband and I are going to be many miles apart for a while, and that makes me emotional, as there are times I don't like being alone, especially at night when it's bedtime and I am on my side of the bed and his side is empty.

When it's time to start a fresh pot of coffee, I know it won't be much longer before I have to drive Steven to the yard so he can climb into his semi and head out to another state. This process happens every week, you would think I would be use to it by now, but nope, it's never easy to say goodbye.